Chapter 98
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My pupils were quacking and my ability to talk had abandoned me as my brain was still stunned. Casper forcibly snatched my chin in his hand, tilting my head around as he let his eyes roam around my face before giving a curt nod of approval.
"Good, I didn't scar your face." He took out a designer handkerchief with his initials embroidered on it and used it to clean up my bloody nose. "We can't have our merchandise damaged before the buyers can buy it, can we?" He said with his condescending smile back in place. It felt like his eyes that resembled the devil's eyes were peering right in to my soul, grasping onto it; freezing my heart and turning my stomach icy in the process. But I gritted through that fear and brazenly gave him a deadly side-glare.
He chuckled lowly at my glare. "That's right. The game wouldn't be fun if the Black Queen already surrenders."
His words left an unperturbed taste in my mouth and I snapped my head free from his hold as I eyed him wearily and asked, "What game?"
His smile twisted into a Cheshire-smile. "Before I start explaining the game, the characters of the game should dress accordingly to their title." Casper snapped his fingers and a brigade of maids barged through the door, carrying dresses, make-up tools, accessories and hair ornaments.
My eyes widen and I started to sputter. "W-What's going on?"
Casper pulled out a small pocketknife as he went around me, positioning himself behind my back. Dread sneaked his way in my body and I started to struggle against the rope.
"Don't move, unless you really want me to cut you." His commanding voice rang, stopping every nerve in my body from moving. After making sure that I didn't move, he cut the ropes in one single swoop and did the same with my feet.
My eyes blinked profusely as I stared blanked at my liberated limps. 'Is he letting me go?' I wondered.
Bringing me back from my thoughts Casper waved his index finger copiously in front of me, tutting disapprovingly at me. "Don't get the wrong idea. I am not letting you go. They are going to dress you up and I gave them the permission to shoot you on spot if you even try to escape."
I looked back at the maids, finally noticing the hoisters that was strapped around their waist, the guns residing in it. With hampering movement, I turned my head to face Casper again, meeting his perfunctory smile.
"Am I making myself clear?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Yes…" I whispered.
After a while of being treated like a doll Casper swung unannounced the door open, waltzing in to the room with his hands at his back. He scrutinizes me from top to down, before letting out a scoff. "They have sure cleaned you up nicely." He then proceeds to glance at the maids who had their head bowed at him politely and gestures with his head towards the door, the grin wiped from his face. "You guys can leave now."
Reticent, the maids took their stuff and excused themselves from the room. As soon as they closed the door behind them, with a smug grin Casper asked, "So how do you like your make-over?"
With my brows puckered together, I turned my head sideways to look myself in the mirror that was standing next to the bed. It hurts myself to say this, but this man knew a thing or two about fashion. I was wearing a black ball gown evening dress that nestled snuggly around my waist before the two-layer dress flowed gracefully to the ground, touching it. The skirt part of the dress was dusted with green sparkly glitters, that glistened sporadically around the dress; bringing out the fiery color of my bouncy curled hair and to finish it off I was wearing a black crown with an emerald stone embedded in the center of it.
Not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction I didn't answer and only eyed him skeptically, before I quired him, "Why am I dressed like this?"
He smirks maliciously, making me wish that I hadn't asked him and claps ones with his hands. The tv screen flickered on again and I felt my stomach drop at the sight of the ridiculous amount of masked men in white tuxedos gathered inside a lobby.
Casper's smirk widens at my horrified expression.
"Shall I start explaining the game now?"
